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Swirling again, the colors once again spirit the form away from my mind's eye, swirling and taking on one final perplexing form: a wheel. In my mind, it conjurs thoughts of travel, of passage, of journeys. The wheel, ever turning, ever moving... New places, new faces, new experiences. Yet I have just found a place to settle, does this mean I will travel yet again? And so soon? Or does this speak to the changes already lived through? I always suspected it was my totem spirit that lead me to this place, these lands, this home - perhaps this is its way of confirming that. Curious. I opened my eyes and looked out across the water again. It's calm surface now rippled, as if a rock had been tossed - the silence yet deafening, I would have surely heard it strike the water, wouldn't I? Yes, curious. That's the word for it. - Threnody | |